by Sufjan Stevens » 3/5/2003, 9:18 pm
Fuck, I am pretty sure almost everyone on this board is having a worse day than you Josh. Your friend is the one that is in trouble, not you. When you have a problem, you can talk about bad days, but not now.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.